Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.